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Can't be helped
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CSI › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
5,006
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I own nothing. I hold no ownership over the CSI series or anything related, and I make nothing from this. I wish I had Greg and Nick all to myself, but I don't. *Sighs* Oh well. I can still play with them in my mind. *Evil laughter sounds.*
This must be Nirvana...
This Chapter isn’t going to have any plot and contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature. Fair warning. If reading materials containing gay sex should offend you in some way… Why the hell are you in this section of the fandom? As for the rest of you… Please enjoy. *Smiles*
Now then, on with the story…
*Flashback*
It was hot… So very hot… But even though it felt like way too much to handle, I wanted more. A low rumble vibrated in my chest as I locked my hips in place, refusing to allow myself any movement beyond what I’d already done. His body was on fire, and burning mine to ashes right along with it. Panting heavily, I hid my face in the spot where his neck and shoulder met. He whimpered lightly, his mouth dragging a fiery path along the column of my throat while I struggled to stay still. He needed time to… adjust? Or whatever. But he was goading me wordlessly. Trying to get me to move before he was ready. Which was fine by me, if not a wasted effort. I wasn’t going to hurt him just because he couldn’t wait a couple of minutes. Try as he might to persuade me otherwise. I bit my lip until I tasted blood… until he wasn’t trembling anymore… until his body relaxed under me.
My hands traced paths along his thighs, sides and chest, attempting to relax him further. Then I dove for his lips, and as I coaxed his tongue out to play, he bit my bottom lip in warning. Apparently, he was done waiting. I couldn’t help the breathy chuckle that escaped as I glanced down into his eyes. I ran the fingertips of my right hand over his jaw line before rolling my hips slightly, just once. Instantly two things happened. His nails raked lightly down my back, pulling me closer… and I lost the ability to breathe entirely. Oh my fucking god, but he was tight… and I think I may have let loose a whimper of my own. But no one else was there to hear it, and really, I had other things to worry about. Better things. Like the way his skin tastes, or the way his legs feel wrapped around me, or how fucking gorgeous he looks right now. Flushed with arousal, chocolate eyes hazy with lust.
I bite my lip yet again, only this time it’s to focus on moving, but with care. I don’t know everything about this, but I do know that if I were in his place, I’d want him to take it slow. So that’s what I did… or tried to do. It seemed that slow was not in his vocabulary just then, because his back bowed and he rocked his hips up into mine hard while the broken syllables of my name dripped from his lips. “Gr-Greg… Move… Now!” He didn’t have to tell me, though. Why? Because I was already rocking into him blindly, and much harder then I’d meant to. I opened my mouth to apologize but he moaned, and it was lost. I was lost, because I couldn’t keep still any longer. Something in me had snapped. I had no self-control left. The only thing I wanted to do was fuck him into the mattress and as he gently bit my neck, I knew he agreed.
Slick, tight, fucking amazing heat engulfed me with every thrust. My mouth, which I’d never been very good at controlling, started babbling broken and breathless words all on its own. Mostly it was his name, but there were other words mixed in there as well. His hands were everywhere all at once, it seemed. Over my back, in my hair, cupping my face… Everywhere. His hips met mine eagerly, and his tongue traced the shell of my ear and fuck but if he kept it up I was going to come before we really got started. And then, just when I’d thought it couldn’t get any better, his body suddenly got twice as tight and he nearly howled. My body went still, my eyes wide in concern. But then he was yelling at me, begging even. “Again! Do that AGAIN! Please? Greg... Right there... Nnn…”
Well who the hell was I to say no to a request like that? Nobody, that’s who. I pulled back and rocked into him again, the exact same way… and his reaction was the same as before. So fucking tight. Planting my hands for balance, I did it again, and again and again… because I’d do anything he asked. There was nothing after that, nothing but Nick. His scent, his taste, his touch… He was all that mattered. I marveled at how well we fit together, like we were made specifically for this moment. His sighs, moans and mewls fueled my desire, pushing me higher and higher. Sweat slicked my back and chest while the roar of my heart sounded in my ears. My hands clutched at his hips, guiding him to me. His desire, hot and pulsing, trapped between our bodies… rubbing deliciously against my lower stomach.
The static between us was almost tangible. The electric shocks over my skin formed by our joining could almost be tasted. So palpable was our energy. And he was beautiful. Splayed under me, head thrown back, eyelids fluttering in pleasure. His lower lip trembled with every breath that he took. Strong, sure fingers curled into my slightly damp hair and pulled me down for a toe curling, heart stopping, brain-melting kiss. Our moans were swallowed up within it, and I was dizzy with it all.
I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I knew it. Not with how hot he was, how good it felt. But it wasn’t fair, because I didn’t ever want this to end. I kissed my way over his jaw and nibbled on his ear while I moved within him. “Mmmm… M’gonna come… Want you to come with me, Nicky…” His body tightened up like a vice around me, though I hadn’t thought it possible. His toned back arched off of the bed, forcing me even deeper as his release coated our stomachs. The cry of my name that fell from his lips threw me over the edge as well, and I was falling.
When the high wore off, I realized I was still gently biting his neck, panting into his skin. I carefully withdrew from his body, and curled up into his side. Sighing contentedly. Something akin to a low purr rumbled in his chest in reply, as he combed his fingers through my hair, before wrapping an arm securely around my waist. I fell asleep shortly after, lightly mumbling the word ‘Mine’ and tugging him closer. As such I didn’t feel the cool wet cloth that he’d used to clean us up, or the way he was so careful and gentle in his task.
*End Flashback*
I knew I was moaning, crying out even. My hand moved at near lightning speeds over my dripping length. Just the memory of his touch brought phantom tingles in waves all over my body. I licked my lips and tossed my head back when I imagined what his tongue might feel like working over the taught flesh of my desire. So close… but it wasn’t enough. I need him, damn it. And like he’d heard my thoughts, Nick’s voice floated in from the other room. “Greg? You there?”
And that was all it took. I came undone, with the aid of my own hand and a few words from him. It was a good minute later, while I lay there panting and sated, covered in my own fluids, that I realized that I had actually heard him. Could hear him still, in fact. His voice was coming from his answering machine. Looking to both my left and right, I smiled when I caught sight of a cordless phone on his nightstand. Lazily, I reached out and picked it up, a contented smile sweeping over my lips.
Now then, on with the story…
*Flashback*
It was hot… So very hot… But even though it felt like way too much to handle, I wanted more. A low rumble vibrated in my chest as I locked my hips in place, refusing to allow myself any movement beyond what I’d already done. His body was on fire, and burning mine to ashes right along with it. Panting heavily, I hid my face in the spot where his neck and shoulder met. He whimpered lightly, his mouth dragging a fiery path along the column of my throat while I struggled to stay still. He needed time to… adjust? Or whatever. But he was goading me wordlessly. Trying to get me to move before he was ready. Which was fine by me, if not a wasted effort. I wasn’t going to hurt him just because he couldn’t wait a couple of minutes. Try as he might to persuade me otherwise. I bit my lip until I tasted blood… until he wasn’t trembling anymore… until his body relaxed under me.
My hands traced paths along his thighs, sides and chest, attempting to relax him further. Then I dove for his lips, and as I coaxed his tongue out to play, he bit my bottom lip in warning. Apparently, he was done waiting. I couldn’t help the breathy chuckle that escaped as I glanced down into his eyes. I ran the fingertips of my right hand over his jaw line before rolling my hips slightly, just once. Instantly two things happened. His nails raked lightly down my back, pulling me closer… and I lost the ability to breathe entirely. Oh my fucking god, but he was tight… and I think I may have let loose a whimper of my own. But no one else was there to hear it, and really, I had other things to worry about. Better things. Like the way his skin tastes, or the way his legs feel wrapped around me, or how fucking gorgeous he looks right now. Flushed with arousal, chocolate eyes hazy with lust.
I bite my lip yet again, only this time it’s to focus on moving, but with care. I don’t know everything about this, but I do know that if I were in his place, I’d want him to take it slow. So that’s what I did… or tried to do. It seemed that slow was not in his vocabulary just then, because his back bowed and he rocked his hips up into mine hard while the broken syllables of my name dripped from his lips. “Gr-Greg… Move… Now!” He didn’t have to tell me, though. Why? Because I was already rocking into him blindly, and much harder then I’d meant to. I opened my mouth to apologize but he moaned, and it was lost. I was lost, because I couldn’t keep still any longer. Something in me had snapped. I had no self-control left. The only thing I wanted to do was fuck him into the mattress and as he gently bit my neck, I knew he agreed.
Slick, tight, fucking amazing heat engulfed me with every thrust. My mouth, which I’d never been very good at controlling, started babbling broken and breathless words all on its own. Mostly it was his name, but there were other words mixed in there as well. His hands were everywhere all at once, it seemed. Over my back, in my hair, cupping my face… Everywhere. His hips met mine eagerly, and his tongue traced the shell of my ear and fuck but if he kept it up I was going to come before we really got started. And then, just when I’d thought it couldn’t get any better, his body suddenly got twice as tight and he nearly howled. My body went still, my eyes wide in concern. But then he was yelling at me, begging even. “Again! Do that AGAIN! Please? Greg... Right there... Nnn…”
Well who the hell was I to say no to a request like that? Nobody, that’s who. I pulled back and rocked into him again, the exact same way… and his reaction was the same as before. So fucking tight. Planting my hands for balance, I did it again, and again and again… because I’d do anything he asked. There was nothing after that, nothing but Nick. His scent, his taste, his touch… He was all that mattered. I marveled at how well we fit together, like we were made specifically for this moment. His sighs, moans and mewls fueled my desire, pushing me higher and higher. Sweat slicked my back and chest while the roar of my heart sounded in my ears. My hands clutched at his hips, guiding him to me. His desire, hot and pulsing, trapped between our bodies… rubbing deliciously against my lower stomach.
The static between us was almost tangible. The electric shocks over my skin formed by our joining could almost be tasted. So palpable was our energy. And he was beautiful. Splayed under me, head thrown back, eyelids fluttering in pleasure. His lower lip trembled with every breath that he took. Strong, sure fingers curled into my slightly damp hair and pulled me down for a toe curling, heart stopping, brain-melting kiss. Our moans were swallowed up within it, and I was dizzy with it all.
I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I knew it. Not with how hot he was, how good it felt. But it wasn’t fair, because I didn’t ever want this to end. I kissed my way over his jaw and nibbled on his ear while I moved within him. “Mmmm… M’gonna come… Want you to come with me, Nicky…” His body tightened up like a vice around me, though I hadn’t thought it possible. His toned back arched off of the bed, forcing me even deeper as his release coated our stomachs. The cry of my name that fell from his lips threw me over the edge as well, and I was falling.
When the high wore off, I realized I was still gently biting his neck, panting into his skin. I carefully withdrew from his body, and curled up into his side. Sighing contentedly. Something akin to a low purr rumbled in his chest in reply, as he combed his fingers through my hair, before wrapping an arm securely around my waist. I fell asleep shortly after, lightly mumbling the word ‘Mine’ and tugging him closer. As such I didn’t feel the cool wet cloth that he’d used to clean us up, or the way he was so careful and gentle in his task.
*End Flashback*
I knew I was moaning, crying out even. My hand moved at near lightning speeds over my dripping length. Just the memory of his touch brought phantom tingles in waves all over my body. I licked my lips and tossed my head back when I imagined what his tongue might feel like working over the taught flesh of my desire. So close… but it wasn’t enough. I need him, damn it. And like he’d heard my thoughts, Nick’s voice floated in from the other room. “Greg? You there?”
And that was all it took. I came undone, with the aid of my own hand and a few words from him. It was a good minute later, while I lay there panting and sated, covered in my own fluids, that I realized that I had actually heard him. Could hear him still, in fact. His voice was coming from his answering machine. Looking to both my left and right, I smiled when I caught sight of a cordless phone on his nightstand. Lazily, I reached out and picked it up, a contented smile sweeping over my lips.